It’s 3 in the morning.   And all I can think about is.   The times we had together.   And the way you made me feel.      I don’t know which is worse.   Wondering what could have been.   Or just taking the risk and finding out.   Such a dilemma I have.       I can’t see a point.   In trying anymore.   Would it be worth it?   Or am I just asking for misery?   Misery loves company.   I need someone to share with.   I could save myself from pain.   But what if she says yes?      I hope you don‘t see through my act   I don’t want you to see the real me.   I’m so afraid of you seeing the real me.   The hopeless romantic in love with you.      I remember the last time we talked.   I don’t know why but it felt different.   Am I falling out of love? Or moving on?   Or maybe I’ve just lost all hope.      I can’t see a point.   In trying anymore.   Would it be worth it?   Or am I just asking for misery?   Misery loves company.   I need someone to share with.   I could save myself from pain.   But what if she says yes?      But what if she says yes?